Transport of delight
May. 15th, 2003 11:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
radegundI wish there was an L-plate for cyclists - something that would signal to the world that I am a beginner, awkward and clueless, that I have only the crudest notion of how far my handlebars stick out (wing-mirrors beware), that I'm liable at any moment to swerve, feet flailing manically, having abruptly mislaid the pedals.
So I collected![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
niallm's bike from the shop this morning and rode it to work. It wasn't too bad, I suppose, despite the obvious scorn and frustration I engendered in all the real cyclists who whizzed past me as I threaded my ponderous way through the traffic. (Superego? Moi?) Leg-wobble-wise, moreover, it wasn't bad at all. And I felt quite energetic on arrival, despite my ridiculous lack of sleep.
But the burnng question is: will the oil-stains that transferred themselves to my sky-blue trousers as I gripped the machine in a panic on Harcourt Street come out in the wash, or do I have to give them individual attention?
So I collected
niallm's bike from the shop this morning and rode it to work. It wasn't too bad, I suppose, despite the obvious scorn and frustration I engendered in all the real cyclists who whizzed past me as I threaded my ponderous way through the traffic. (Superego? Moi?) Leg-wobble-wise, moreover, it wasn't bad at all. And I felt quite energetic on arrival, despite my ridiculous lack of sleep.But the burnng question is: will the oil-stains that transferred themselves to my sky-blue trousers as I gripped the machine in a panic on Harcourt Street come out in the wash, or do I have to give them individual attention?
